"Hold my hand! Please. I am begging. Hold my hand and lead me astray. I'll go anywhere you say, but just hold my hand. Please, stay."    I am a cocoon, I am the shriveled form of a young seed. I cannot grow, not on my own. Not yet.     And I am the... Continue Reading →


Living Scared.

I am scared of living. That's it. That is all it is. I am really fucking scared of living. For the past 4 years, anxiety has consumed my life. I have forgotten what it is like to live without that feeling, and in moments, in those small teeny tiny moments where for one second that... Continue Reading →

Little Girl 2

Life has thrown me back in the ocean, and with each mouthful of salt water that burns my throat and nose like acid; the woman I spent the past year building up is chipped away, like nail polish on the fingers of an edgy teen, to reveal the lost little girl. And as  guilt crawls... Continue Reading →

Coming Back To Life

You are sitting in a room full of people. A room full of people who are family; blood and water. It's loud, that room, loud with the sounds of their laughter and shrieks of delight as the clowns among them do their magic. It is so loud, but it's the loud of 'Coming Back To... Continue Reading →

Rainbow Love

Paint splatters, brilliant blues and sanguine greens raindrops of yellow through rays of red, all down his jeans.   My confusion persists: I can't seem to understand who's the artist behind this rainbow love?   Sometimes, i feel, i am the painter of his sickly pink love. Just a canvas though, for his love is... Continue Reading →


I have a problem said the figure  It's getting a bit too hard now sobbed the reflection  I need help screamed the shadow  It's not worth it anymore whispered the skeleton  Too bad.  Don't worry!  It's all in your head!  They still have guillotines in some places,  If, you are interested, that is.

The Book Thief: Review

I really want to write a long review for this book, but I can't find the right words- ironic. You could easily pass it off as just another Holocaust story, except, the thing about 'The Book Thief' is that its written so beautifully, that it is anything but. Death, the narrator of the story is... Continue Reading →

Talk About Toxic Relationships 

I think everyone has at least once in their life experienced that moment where time stops or slows down. Kind of like that Matrix movie scene; the bullets moving in slow motion. Except that you also slow down. Your arms feel sluggish, the packet of chips in your hand feels like a dumbbell and it's... Continue Reading →

The Almond Tree: Review

The Almond Tree by Michelle Cohen Corasanti is a first person narrative of the life of Ahmed Hamid; a Palestinian boy living in an Arab village in Israel. The story centers on Ahmed's struggle to keep his family together and provide for them as his father is carted off to prison, in the Najev for... Continue Reading →

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